Misao dana:
Space people think our factories are musical instruments. They sing along with them, every day from 9am to 5pm. No music on weekends.
Category: Muzika
Muzika, muzičari, CDovi, albumi, koncerti…
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
http://youtube.com/watch?v=kl8mpAvTm_Y
Meni je Moloko u devedesetima otprilike isto što i Blondie u osamdesetima, i mislim da je dobro da upravo s Moloko obilježim prebacivanje na novu blog temu. Mrak.org je rockinblue koristio više od godinu dana i kako se mnogo toga desilo, tako je sad vrijeme za malo drugačiju formu.
U slijedećih nekoliko dana doći će do još poneke promjene na mrak.org, ali o tome kada dođe vrijeme.
Misao dana:
And the atmosphere is charged.
In you I trust.
And I feel no fear as I
Do as I must.